Half of the setting sun comes down from the small building, and the red curtain is slanted with soft golden hooks.
"Is the matter done?" Ninth Young Master, with his hair disheveled, was leaning on a recliner, shaking slightly, looking even more lazy and thin.
The boy nodded.
Mr. Jiu sat up and took a glass of wine: "It's a pity that I can't see it with my own eyes."
He took a sip of wine and said, "However, this is just a casual chess move. Do you think they can fight?"
The boy lowered his head and did not dare to speak.
"It's really boring." Ninth Young Master frowned: "It would be strange if they couldn't see such a crude method. But it doesn't matter. Since we are in the game, how can we do it without a fight?"
The boy nodded in agreement.
Ninth Young Master became even more unhappy and waved his hand to signal him to go out.
The boy walked backwards out of the door.
I didn't see that Ninth Young Master raised his eyes when he looked at him, his eyes showing coldness: "You can really pretend."
Just went to court.
Princess Zhaoyang just returned to the palace and drove away all the eunuchs and maids.
Stay inside alone.
"You have to go north." Zhaoyang's voice sounded a little tired.
However, there was no one in the palace at this time, and Zhaoyang seemed to be talking to himself.
"Okay." A man in black robe suddenly appeared in the shadow of the corner.
He nodded, and then disappeared in an instant. It was as if he had never appeared before, leaving only a faint black mist, which quickly dissipated.
Zhaoyang rubbed her sore forehead. Too many things had happened in the past two days, and she hadn't slept for a long time.
Keep thinking and dealing with things.
"Sure enough, I still don't like days like this. If it were him..." This time he was really talking to himself.
Wuchi Alley.
Fang Ruo stopped his luck and opened his eyes.
At a glance, An Ning was holding her cheek, blinking her eyes, and her little red face.
"What are you doing if you have nothing to do?" Fang Ruo said angrily.
An Ning chuckled like a hamster: "We're all done practicing, the food is in the pot."
Fang Ruo: "It seems that the amount needs to be increased."
An Ning's expression changed: "That's enough, that's enough. I can't finish it any more."
A small face wrinkled into a bitter gourd.
Fang Ruo smiled and shook his head: "Let's eat."
An Ning nodded obediently, then smiled and narrowed her eyes.
The two of them were eating without going to the table. Fang Ruo was in a wheelchair, and An Ning was sitting on the threshold next to her, holding a bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other.
An Ning asked while eating: "Master, how long do you want?"
Fang Ruo: "It's still early, we just entered the cave. It will take a few days."
"Oh~" An Ning obviously didn't care either.
"What? Can't wait any longer?" Fang Ruo looked at the little girl playfully.
An Ning seemed to be suddenly opened up to chatter: "It's so boring here. When can we go home?"
"Why is it boring? It's much more prosperous here than at home."
An Ning grimaced again: "But I don't know anyone here, but they all know you. They come to you, and I can't help at all."
"You don't need to take care of these things, and you don't need to help." Fang Ruo thought for a while: "When you have nothing to do, you can go for a walk on the street and see the world."
"No!" An Ning rarely refused Fang Ruo.
"Why?" Fang Ruo asked.
"No why? Just don't want it!" An Ning put away the bowl and ran into the kitchen a little angry.
An Ning was washing the dishes, and as she was washing, tears suddenly fell.
When the master took her in, he said that he would let her go when she turned eighteen, and now she will be eighteen in a few months.
The master has said that he wants her to go to Jiujing. This matter cannot be changed.
The time she spends with her master is decreasing little by little.
So she must seize every minute and every second to stay with her master.
Thinking like this, An Ning wiped the tears on her face with the back of her hand and continued washing the dishes.
Fang Ruo stayed in the yard, a little confused. The older the girl was, the harder it was to guess her thoughts.
On the official road, the three members of Jianzong were on their way.
"Junior sister, we have to go faster, I'm afraid it will be too late if we keep going like this." Mo Bai smiled helplessly.
In the grass beside the road, the girl was directing her junior brother and catching a few butterflies.
"You move faster, senior brother is already impatient. Hurry! Hurry!" The girl glared at the boy.
The young man looked shy and responded vaguely.
Mo Bai helplessly activated the flying sword.
He quickly passed through the grass, grabbed one in each hand, and flew towards Jinling City.
The girl yelled: "Brother! Brother stinky! Put me down quickly! I won't forgive you! I'm going to be angry!"
The shy young man pursed his lips and said nothing.
The strong wind blew away the three people's hair.
Hmm ~ the taste of youth.
The saint also walked towards Jinling City.
The journey that originally took two days was completed in just a few minutes, leaving only black afterimages along the way.
Soon I saw the shadow of Jinling City.
The saint stopped and thought for a while.
He did not enter the city, but walked towards the ruined temple not far away.
The saint frowned. She felt a very strange aura. It felt very strong, yet seemed to be very weak.
Walking to the ruined temple, the saint stood still and said nothing.
The people inside ignored her.
The scene was stagnant, with only the gentle breeze making quiet sounds.
After a while, the saint probably guessed who was inside.
He sighed leisurely and did not go in. He turned around and entered the city.
It is said that the monk is very strong.
The monk's knife is very fast, and the monk kills pigs very quickly. So, why does a monk use a knife? How fast is his knife?
The saint doesn't want to know yet. If possible, she hopes she never has to know.
If it weren't for Jiujing Wusheng, why would she be like this? She doesn't like fighting in the first place.
She has always felt that she is not suitable to be the next mirror owner of Jiujing, and Li Xiangyin is much more suitable than her.
Li Xiangyin rebelled from Jiujing because her master did not let her inherit Jiujing.
In terms of qualifications, Li Xiangyin is the senior sister, and in terms of ability, she is not bad at all.
The master did not choose her.
Now that Li Xiangyin has entered Taoism without anyone's help, the saint even feels that the master has chosen the wrong person.
The saint herself relied on the indoctrination of several seniors and masters from Jiujing before she could enter the Tao.
Thinking of the master, I wonder how she is doing. Has she arrived at the Sword Sect?
The saint's mind was filled with thoughts as she entered Jinling.
Southwest Shu region, Jian Zong.
In the back mountain, a middle-aged man seemed to have never changed his posture, sharpening his sword up and down.
Even the sound seems to be a rhythm, one beat, one beat.
Suddenly, the man frowned, but did not stop his movements. He just said a faint word: "Get out."
On the edge of Sichuan, on a certain mountaintop, a beautiful woman with black hair reaching her waist stepped lightly on a leaf at the top of a tree.
Her jade lips parted slightly: "You should know my intention."
The man said impatiently: "Get away. If you dare to step in, just stay."
Woman: "You can keep me, but I'm afraid I will have to start all over again with the sword intention I have accumulated for so many years."
The man didn't even raise his head: "I can kill you without a sword."
The woman was furious: "Yes, you don't use the sword. If you had used the sword early, Xiaozhu wouldn't have used it either..."
The man stopped suddenly and remained motionless. His hair was so greasy that it covered his eyes with locks of hair.
The woman suddenly felt inexplicable fear. She had not experienced such a quiet and depressing feeling for a long time.
I don’t know how much time passed, but it seemed like time had stopped.
The man lowered his head and began to sharpen his sword: "Let's go."
The woman said nothing more this time, turned around and left hesitantly.
She didn't dare to look back, because she knew that she really wouldn't be able to leave if she stayed.
Men have killed many people, including her.
The man continued to sharpen his sword, once, once.
Fang Laizi has many enemies waiting for him to come to him.
But Jian Zong can't do it, he can only sit here and sharpen his sword.
Because he doesn't even have anyone to kill anymore.